tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61058705306415156422019-03-14T06:10:10.341-05:00Writing my life away!Hello! Welcome to my world! I plan to write tid bits about my life, musings of my "sitcom worthy" dating life, poetry and short stories to entice you into reading my blog. Happy reading and thanks for dropping by!Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.comBlogger629125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-28840362390583835302018-12-31T01:27:00.001-06:002018-12-31T01:27:57.976-06:00Goodbye 2018
A glass of wine (a glass, a bottle, same difference) my laptop and me
Such is what is happening right now at 12:43 a.m. on December 31, 2018. There isn't even any music playing in the background. The thoughts in my head are noisy enough. What's up bloggies? I trust everyone's Christmas holiday was grand. Mine was great. Lots of family time, lots of catching up with old friends and Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-72157294548447732172018-12-17T00:01:00.002-06:002018-12-17T00:01:52.940-06:00It's StormingUsually, December is the most happiest time of the year. Usually. This December, however, has been anything but the most happiest time. I don't even have a Christmas tree up -that's how bad it's been. Because if you are a regular of my blog, you know I channel my inner Buddy the Elf and just enjoy every single minute of Christmas, every year. But not this one. In my previous post I wrote Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-68254758740916689172018-12-16T23:33:00.002-06:002018-12-16T23:33:40.748-06:00For you, JLL
My cousin died on Friday. He was forty-seven years old. He was a twin. He lived life to the fullest. He loved and was loved. I wish I could say more about him. But we were not close and he always maintained a certain distance between the family. I do remember that in my early twenties, we would hang out whenever he came to Houston. He and his immediate family lived in another city. Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-880156806734517422018-12-08T23:59:00.000-06:002018-12-08T23:59:06.815-06:00For MyselfI miss her. I miss my friend. It's been eight months since we last spoke and it still torments me. She was my best friend. My ride or die. My sister from another mister. We were friends over ten years. We met late in life but from the very first day, we had a great connection and commonalities. We became friends almost instantly. There was hardly a place one would be without the other. Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-10140707385481411722018-11-18T20:07:00.002-06:002018-11-18T20:07:12.706-06:00My Heart is FullA grateful heart. That's what I have. For all the problems, personal issues, family drama, work drama that is going on in my life right now, my heart remains grateful. In a time when people have seemingly lost their ever loving minds, and spewing hate and vitriol seems the norm, I have managed to remain grateful even though it's proven to be a daunting task at times.
Tomorrow marks the Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-67326978813806241572018-10-13T01:00:00.001-05:002018-10-13T01:00:11.551-05:00Baseball, Astros and Mindless After-hours Jibberish
It's been a long week. Ever since the Houston Astros clinched the division, it's been a long week. It's 12:30 a.m. now, so only a few more hours until game time. Am I excited? Uh, do you even know me??? (if you are a longtime follower, you do) I'm nervous and excited and anxious for the series against the Boston Red Sox to begin. It's not that I doubt my team, no that's not it. Being a Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-78065946727563193912018-06-23T00:50:00.000-05:002018-06-23T00:50:20.728-05:00Am I In the Twilight Zone?There's just no other way to say this. So here it goes: "What the fuck is going on America?" I mean, really. What.the.fuck. It's not a secret to those that know me, that I am not a Donald Trump supporter. I'm not one to hide my feelings and I wear my emotions on my sleeve. But lately, I found myself becoming quieter and quieter. Not giving an opinion on current events. Not for lack of Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-5732012299970963472018-03-11T22:24:00.001-05:002018-03-11T22:25:29.948-05:00the heart knows best -sometimessometimes it's best to just follow your heart
no questions asked
no guilt
because sometimes,
the end result is bliss
and it quiets the voices
telling you not to do it
heart is still broken
but healing
am smilingYvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-82104558591524516552018-03-05T23:56:00.001-06:002018-03-05T23:56:46.433-06:00Heart and Soul
You know what sucks about breaking up with not only your lover but also your best friend? What sucks is that the very person you are crying your eyes out over, is the very person that you want to pick up the phone and call to talk it out with.
It's messed up really. But there it is.
It has been years, YEARS, since I have broken up with someone. And let me tell you, it's still Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-53278094315264703272018-03-05T00:54:00.000-06:002018-03-05T00:54:16.099-06:00free
i can't breathe
the tears won't stop
my mind is reeling
and my heart is broken
it was the best time of my life
and now
it is my worst
and even though i had to let you go
i regret nothing
i will love again
this i know.
but for now,
sadness cradles me.
Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-55077334250417023102018-01-21T20:56:00.001-06:002018-01-21T20:56:44.523-06:00Wedding Bells -Not Mine.
Last night I went to my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful, intimate, emotional and there was lots of dancing. It was a such a fun wedding. My feet reminded me how much fun, this morning. Oh and? I caught the proverbial bouquet. The funny in that is that I am the last remaining single gal in our family. Lets think about that shall we? The last.remaining.single.gal. That's quite a title Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-39037232231936454152017-11-05T21:37:00.001-06:002017-11-05T21:37:27.224-06:00A Fairy Tale Come True -2017 World Series Champions -Houston Astros!I can't stop smiling and feeling giddy and happy. Still on that euphoric high from game 7 of the World Series and the significance of the Astros finally winning a championship. The first ever for the franchise and it only took 54 years to do it. But it was well worth the wait. Some people have been waiting for it all of their lives. Some never got to see it happen. I saw a picture of a Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-28654077002758030572017-11-02T22:52:00.000-05:002017-11-02T22:55:38.235-05:00Last Team StandingIf you have been a follower of my blog for a while, you know one thing is certain about me. And that is my love for baseball but more specifically, my love for the Houston Astros. This morning I woke up and I had to pinch myself. I needed to assure myself that last night was not a dream. I wanted to make sure that I had not just had the most amazing dream ever. And guess what? It was not a Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-56360384708175113632017-10-02T23:32:00.002-05:002017-10-02T23:32:15.276-05:00Fifty-One and Still Having FunIn exactly thirty minutes (Central Time) I will turn 51 years old. Yep. Fifty. One. It's a little crazy to think that I'm now considered "elderly" hahaha. That damn AARP card application came in the mail today to remind me that I "Can start saving today!", lovely. This year has been wonderful, terrible, tragic, happy. It brought me love, joy, tears, friends, loss, success, failure. Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-74160574892320282962017-10-02T20:10:00.002-05:002017-10-02T20:10:27.282-05:00HeartacheMy heart aches. Once again a senseless tragedy. Bloodshed. Innocent lives lost. How much more of this can we take? It happens so frequently nowadays that I am almost numb to it. "Oh another massacre? So, what's for dinner?" Sad but true. The world that I grew up in is gone.
With our heavy hearts, as broken as we are, as helpless as we feel, we march forward with our heads held high and Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-46823490703974041362017-09-18T21:43:00.000-05:002017-09-18T21:43:05.181-05:00Because I'm Happy...I have been grinning from ear to ear since yesterday afternoon. In case you have not heard, my Houston Astros clinched the American League West Division on Sunday afternoon. That's right. The Astros are going to the playoffs and this girl right here is beyond herself with excitement! The last two innings of the game I was so nervous I couldn't sit or stand still. And I was home alone Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-64230681257191850702017-08-28T01:09:00.001-05:002017-08-28T01:09:29.666-05:00A City Under WaterThe rain won't stop. It's now a little past midnight on Sunday or early Monday morning rather. By now, I am certain that many or most of you have heard that Hurricane Harvey struck the Texas Gulf Coast. It made landfall between Port Aransas and Port O'Connor. Approximately 200-210 miles from Houston. While Rockport, Texas was hit hard by the landfall, the remnants of the tropical storm was Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-50649193683315384042017-08-25T01:18:00.002-05:002017-08-25T01:18:25.188-05:00An Eclipse, A Hurricane and Bronchitis Walk into A Bar...Well this has been an exciting week eh? It started with Monday's epic total Solar Eclipse and then my pneumonia that turned into bronchitis (fun times), and then by mid-week we had ourselves a Tropical Depression which turned into a Tropical Storm and is now Hurricane Harvey. And? He's headed to Texas. Specifically, Corpus Christi. Which is not Houston but we will still feel the effects and Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-16989678612679316752017-08-25T00:33:00.000-05:002017-08-25T00:33:01.625-05:00Love is Love is LoveThere is a saying in Spanish that says: "Donde hubo fuego, cenizas quedan" Which loosely translated means: "Where there was once fire, embers remain" In this instance, the "fire" represents passion and the "embers" represents the love that never left, the love that remained. In what has got to be the most romantic and craziest reconciliations I have ever heard of, I would like to tell you nay Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-31853924617830664852017-07-30T17:59:00.001-05:002017-07-30T17:59:18.529-05:00Warning: Shopping May be Detrimental to Your Self-EsteemIt really sucks when one of your favorite past-times is ruined because of something someone says or assumes about you. Kind of that moment that you realize there is no real Santa Claus. Yeah, kinda like that.
The other day I went to Ross. (think Target but cheaper more reasonably priced) After picking up a few things, I went to the first available cashier, handed her my items and waited for Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-76868517507014879982017-07-30T17:01:00.002-05:002017-07-31T09:53:32.928-05:00Hall of Fame kinda weekendToday was not just any other Sunday. Today was Baseball Hall of Fame Sunday. A day where the baseball greats of years past, congregate and hold the distinct honor of being inducted into Major League Baseball's Hall of Fame. A feat only a select few are fortunate to embrace. There, in the quiet and picturesque town, the players are forever etched. Just like I was two years ago when Craig Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-12702249386643153082017-06-26T20:06:00.000-05:002017-06-26T20:06:01.052-05:00Late post: Ramblings about my Dad
Today is Father’s Day.
I went shopping for a card for him yesterday and not one card felt true
to me. Not the “Best Dad in the World”, “My Hero”, “Amazing Father’ etc. Not one inspired me to buy. Instead I chose the simplest and blandest
card ever. The outside had a picture of
a dad sitting on a couch, scratching his belly and on the inside, it just read,
“Happy Father’s Day”. I
t’s Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-88948121275694198552017-04-30T23:00:00.001-05:002017-04-30T23:00:18.962-05:00Another Word for Ouch is OldGetting old sucks. Not because of any specific number but because inevitably, our bodies remind us every chance it gets. In the mornings while getting out of bed, or going up and down the stairs, or while trying to work out with a 23 year old frame of mind in a 50 year old body. I can always tell when it's going to rain, no not because of any local weather person, but because my joints ache. Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-42881028908317415232017-02-13T23:32:00.002-06:002017-02-13T23:35:45.655-06:00To My ValentinesIn honor of Valentine's Day I wanted to share a few of my favorite poems and/or verses from some of my favorite poets. Whatever your circumstances are today, I hope you love. I wish you love. I hope you enjoy the poems and as a bonus, an original from me. Meh, it's sappy and trite and sugary sweet, but I wrote it and I am a lover of love. Ever the hopeless romantic, even when I don't have a Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105870530641515642.post-82262636138064934822017-01-22T22:38:00.000-06:002017-01-22T22:38:10.567-06:00Let's call this: Shoulda stayed in bed kinda Sunday...Today was weird. Or maybe I was just weird. Or still am weird. Meh. So, the sun came out first of all. Why is that weird? Well for one thing, it rained almost every day last week up until last night. And not just little annoying rain. This was the "come at every direction" kind of rain and it rained non-stop last night. And for another thing, the winds were so heavy that my neighbor's Yvonnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08038918668619367960noreply@blogger.com3